The Baby
I have a little baby who drives me up the wall
The baby will not listen to any thing at all
It runs around like crazy and messes up the house
I wonder where it is when it is quiet as a mouse
The baby's into everything and is a constant pest
it never seems to know that there is danger in it's quest
The baby makes me worried that it may hurt itself
By getting into unsafe things I've put up on a shelf
The baby got me angry when it broke a lovely dish
and made me mad when I saw that it killed all of my fish
but even at it's worst I don't wish to cause it pain
I want to keep it safe and sound which helps to keep me sane
I think I'll have to teach it that it has to toe the line
before the little devil drives me right out of my mind
I know I have an answer now to keeping baby safe
I'm not sure that it's legal but I must make it behave
I know where baby is now at any time of day
I also know that it is safe and where it has to play
It isn*t in the bedroom, in the kitchen or the hall
I have it in the living room taped up against the wall
Copyright © Andrew Totten | Year Posted 2010
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